(Chorus: Spice 1)
You got me, f**ed up (you got me f**ed up)
(You got me f**ed up)
You got me, f**ed up (n***a you got me f**ed up)
(You got me f**ed up)
n***a you got me, f**ed up (you got me f**ed up)
(You got me f**ed up)
You got me, f**ed up
(You got me f**ed up)
(Spice 1)
Candy a** n***as got more peppermint than Patty
When I'm bailin' out black in a black caddy
Got me fu*kED up, talkin' about what you got
You need to shut the f** before you get got
Shot in this motherf**er, slugs out in this motherf**er
Don't you feel the flames? Out for fortune and fame
Now if a real n***a whip your a** it'll be a shame
Got me fu*kED up n***a, quit playin' with the game
See I don't know about these other n***as out here poppin' that sh**
Talkin' 'bout who they gon' ride on and who they gon' get
But I ain't the motherf**er that's out here to be played with
Got me fu*kED up n***a, I'll ride for my chips
You ain't gonna be talkin' too much sh** with your mouth on a gat (gat)
Have everything you were speakin' 'bout right there on your lap
You got me fu*kED up, who the hell you think I am?
Some ol' s**er or sumthin', some ol' busta or sumthin'
Who'll boss you a nut
(Chorus: Spice 1)
You got me, f**ed up (you got me f**ed up)
(You got me f**ed up)
You got me, f**ed up (n***a you got me f**ed up)
(You got me f**ed up)
n***a you got me, f**ed up (you got me f**ed up)
(You got me f**ed up)
You got me, f**ed up
(You got me f**ed up)
(Spice 1)
Ay b**h, you got me fu*kED up, I'm on the other side of the game ho
Tricks be kids and I'm a grown-a** man dog
I say what I wanna say and do what I wanna do
Talkin' that gangsta sh** and walkin' it to (Blaow!)
You got me fu*kED up n***a, the game chose me
Take a picture of the bad guy, Black Bossalini
I been spittin' dead presidents since they was alive
Me, Franklin and Grant, we been ridin' since eighty-five
And they don't die they just multiply like our g's
Got me fu*kED up, I stay heated the game don't freeze
For now n***a, knew myself around k**ers
Might take the AK off the shelf, shoot down n***as
Clown n***as, thugged out, platinum bound n***as
But I'm keepin' my motherf**in' feet on the ground n***as
Got me fu*kED up, don't get twisted and sh**
Cause I'll still knock you out, check your pockets for grip
You got me fu*kED up
(Chorus: Spice 1)
You got me, f**ed up (you got me f**ed up)
(You got me f**ed up)
You got me, f**ed up (n***a you got me f**ed up)
(You got me f**ed up)
n***a you got me, f**ed up (you got me f**ed up)
(You got me f**ed up)
You got me, f**ed up
(You got me f**ed up)
(Spice 1)
Yeah n***a you got me fu*kED up, you need to give me fifty feet
Doin' way three much talkin' like you can't be touched
If a n***a spend fifty g's on some plussed out sh**
We'll make you think you gon' spend ten and have you leashed
You got me fu*kED up, I ain't the n***a you thought I was
Don't underestimate the mind mentality, of a thug
Slugs spittin' at night, man that sh** ain't nuttin' new
Young n***as is spittin' slugs, my n***as spittin' to
What's really, I hope you strapped talkin' all that sh**
Cause I'll shoot an unknown motherf**er, just to strip
You got me fu*kED up n***a, I'm the East Bay G
Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, Black Bossalini
Six feet, two-fifteen and I'll beat yo' a**
AK-47 right up to the tinted gla**
I should clap yo' a** right now, right here
Cause all that bullsh** you talkin', you ain't pumpin' no fear
You got me fu*kED up
(Chorus: Spice 1)
You got me, f**ed up (you got me f**ed up)
(You got me f**ed up)
You got me, f**ed up (n***a you got me f**ed up)
(You got me f**ed up)
n***a you got me, f**ed up (you got me f**ed up)
(You got me f**ed up)